After all, she had promised before.
Mo Shiqian closed the medical kit, then looked up at her, "No."
"I've just parted ways with Mou Xigu, I need time to buffer and adapt."
"I know," a smile curved on his lips as he raised his hand to straighten her somewhat messy hair, his eyes held a depth of understanding as he said lightly, "It's always me who ends up hurting you, and that's my mistake, which I don't like either."
If last time was an accident that made her suffer from taking medicine.
This time could also be considered an accident.
But a man who continually hurts his woman, no matter how many accidents, in his view, is incompetence.
He spoke calmly, but Chi Huan paused slightly, her heart softened, yet her cheeks remained stubbornly tense, "Then go cook for me, I'm hungry. Considering your culinary skills are good, I'll forgive you this time."
"Mm."
She glanced at him, then pretended to warn, "If you bully me again next time, it won't be this easy to appease me."
